Bab 908: The Persian Prince

"You…" Rothwell Mane stared wide eyed. At the same time, his body knelt down as fresh blood was flowing from his chest.

"You stand right in front of me without the slightest amount of vigilance. The moment i attacked you, you couldn't even react." David stood up. His throat was already without a trace of the previous injury. He placed his mask back on, as revealing his identity may affect Nabu and his son Naije. Through his revealed eyes, he looked at Rothwell Mane's body. "I don't blame you, I don't think many people would have thought that a Cosmic lord, even with his consciousness destroyed completely, would still be alive!"

David looked at the body before him, shaking his head.

At first, he didn't want to use his gene to kill his opponent, and wanted to rely only on his peak cosmic lord abilities and his physical strength to fight it out. However, he didn't expect Rothwell Mane to be a mental art practitioner, his final morph felt a little dishonorable.